I done caught the fever. The insanity. The wonderment and jazz of the end-of-year holiday blitz. I’m not exactly sure how it happened, either, since I’m generally scoffy at any and all mainstream events that cause parking lots to become war zones and muzak to blast from the depths of my neighbor’s manger scene. Have I mentioned the muzak manger? Its hot. Really, really hot. I believe I may have mentioned that I did not get the Christmas tree of my dreams, having been overthrown...
Yes, NaBloPoMo, that’s what I did for the past four days. I was psychically blogging. I’m sure you all heard my snarky witticisms and astounding insights on life, children and feminism. Thanks for all of the psychic comments back, I love you all. Ahem. Its Monday! That means its the weekend recap edition of MeliaLore.com! WOOHOO! In case you all hadn’t heard, last week was Thanksgiving, that holiday where I spend three days cooking for exactly 15 minutes of eating. This year’s...
Today, I managed to get the Twitches out to a “play date,” which to me, is code for “maybe there will be something snarky to blog about and/or an open bar and/or sushi and/or a chance to recruit women to my cult.” I love days of endless possibilities. The play date was at Betty Bop’s house. You may remember BB from such blogs as “Filty Martinis” where we encountered the IRA Server or the Equality March. Since this is the third blog in which she is mentioned,...
